email: tempest@thatbitch.com
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4.
Who is Trish Stratus? She grinned widely, she liked the way that sounded. No one knew who she really was. She always kept the real Trish a secret to everyone. One day, she would be fighting the good fight. The next day, she would be aligning herself with some of the worst characters in the business. She liked to keep people guessing, but she didn't like being the one who did the guessing, the one who did the questioning. That's all she had been doing since she started seeing him. She questioned why she was even with him, what did he have to offer her?
When they first started sleeping together, she told herself that it was nothing more than another affair that would end shortly. She even tried to convince herself that she was only doing it to get to Lita, but things didn't go quite as planned as she admitted to herself that she was falling in love with him. Trish Stratus wasn't suppose to fall in love. She was suppose to forever be the woman that haunted men's dreams and made their worst nightmares come true. She was growing soft, and she didn't like the way that felt. She was always suppose to have the upperhand. Now, he had the upperhand on her, and she didn't know what was going to happen. That thought alone scared the hell out of her.
He used to be the bane of her existence. He felt it was his civic duty to insult her. Normally, she wouldn't pay any attention to anything he said. It wasn't like anything he said to her was something new and innovative. It was just something about the way he said everything that made her angry. It was the careless tone that he used that made her want to pull her hair out. How they went from enemies to lovers was beyond her. One day, she was arguing vehemently with him, the next they were sharing breakfast in bed. How quaint.
He had other women in his life, and she used that term lightly because she didn't know exactly how many other women he had in his life. The only two she knew of were Lita and Molly, but he was a man, so there was no telling how many women he was avidly seeing. She berated herself silently. There she went thinking the worse of men and lumping them all in one catergory again. At first, she didn't mind that she had to share him with Molly and Lita. She wasn't looking for love or a real relationship. She had been through enough of those to last her a lifetime, but over time her thinking changed. She did want him just for herself, now.
She remembered the day that everyone found out. She walked into the women's locker room, and Molly Holly ran out in tears. Stacy ran after her, but not before casting Trish a scathing look. Trish returned Stacy's look glare for glare. All the women looked at her in disgust. She shrugged it off as usual petty jealousy and started to change for her match against Stacy. Then, Lita forcefully threw open the door to the locker room. Lita's angry eyes scanned the locker room, Lita locked eyes with Trish. That's when Trish knew that everyone knew about her and him. Trish tried to get up and run from Lita, but Lita lit across the room in a blaze of red hair and baggy pants.
"You can't keep your nasty hands off anyone's man! First Matt, now him. I ought to kill you." Lita screeched as she wrapped a hand in Trish's blonde mane and yanked her viciously back towards her. Trish flailed her arms helplessly as Lita tried to rip her a new asshole. Trish left that fight with a shiny black eye and bruises on her side and back the size of a baseball. It was then she told herself that he wasn't worth the fight. When she told him that, he somehow convinced her that he was well worth the fight, and she fought with Lita pretty regularly. She had to admit she was getting better at defending herself. There were only so many ass whoopings one would take, and Trish had reached her limit.
Trish went over the possible reasons for him not wanting to be exclusively with her. She was an expert of getting into men's minds. She figured the reasons for him wanting to be with Lita and Molly were simple. Lita was the sterotypical vivacious red-head, and Molly was the stereotypical southern belle laced with naivete. What reason did he have for wanting to be with her? The reason was clear. She was the stereotypical oversexed buxom blonde who was hard to fulfill sexually. She posed a challenge for him. She was thinking negative again, but it was hard not to be negative when she couldn't get what she wanted.
That was part of the reason she had proposed a meeting between the three. She knew that she couldn't be the only one going through these awful moods because of him. They had to make him make a decision, and this time they had to force the issue. He liked to shrug things off and make empty promises they would resolve themselves. Well, she was tired of waiting for everything to resolve itself. They were going to make him choose between them. She just had to convince Lita and Molly that was the right thing to do. Lita would probably readily agree with her. Molly was more of 'let things take their natural course' person.
She would enlist the help of Molly first, Lita would probably punch her in the face if she showed her face now. She would tell Molly the general outline of her plan and get her to go to Lita. Lita wasn't partial to Molly, either, but she wouldn't fight with Molly outside a ring. Trish found that rather odd. Maybe, it had something to do with there 'friendship' before him, and the general respect they had for one another. Trish rolled her eyes. She walked towards the dressing room she knew she would find Molly in. Test and Christian were walking towards her. She groaned inwardly as she tried to walk by them without having to actually talk to them.
"Well, if it isn't the lovely, Trish Stratus." Test said licking his lips. She sneered at him. He thought he was so suave, if he only knew how lame he really was. He had no game. He thought he was player, but nobody was playing his game.
"And lovely she is." Christian said giving her the once over. Christian was worse than Test. He had fantasies that every woman wanted him. Yeah, every woman wanted him for mindless entertainment.
"Test. Christian." Trish said offering them a curt nod. She tried to push past them, but Test blocked her path. What was his problem? She never really liked him when they were apart team, things hadn't changed any.
"Trish, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to work out sometime?" Christian said smiling laviciously at her. She almost laughed in his face. Work out what? If he wasn't such a loser, she probably would use her Stratus charm on him, but he wasn't worth the time.
"Did you forget I'm already seeing someone? It wouldn't be right for me to cheat on him." Trish said boredly. She inspected her nails and noticed her nail polish chipping a little on ring finger. She would have to remember to redo her nails, soon.
"Like that ever stopped you before, besides he's cheating on you. Everyone knows that you'll sleep with any man for a reasonable price." Christian informed her. She looked up at him, disgusted.
"He's not cheating on me. We have a understanding." Trish said trying to mask her anger. Who did he think he was to get into her personal business. She thought about giving a good knee to the groin.
"Well, can I be apart of that understanding?" Christian said giving Test a knowing look. He apparently thought he just said something witty.
"And just for the record Christian, You have nothing to offer me. Therefore, you will never experience Stratusfaction." She said ignoring him, not disguising the hostility in her voice.
"One day Don Juan DeDorko is going to have to make a decision, and what makes you think he's going to choose a whore like you." Christian spat at her.
"Why Christian, I didn't know you thought so highly of me. You know he'll chose me because I'm Trish Stratus. All the men want me, all the women hate me." Trish said scooting past them.
Trish thought about her last statement. She didn't know how true it was. She didn't know if he would chose her, what if Christian was right? What if he chose Molly, the epitome of everything chaste, or La Femme Lita? What if he was nothing more than just another whore to him. She tried to ignore those thoughts. How would he ever be able to chose them over her, would her? She could fulfill his every fantasy. She was every man's dream. He couldn't just give her up. If he did, she promised she would make him pay.
"When he makes it clear that he doesn't want her nasty ass, she'll come crawling to me." She heard Christian tell Test. She would never stoop that low.Christian wasn't even in her league. She knocked on Molly's dressing room door. She noticed the look that Molly gave her when she opened the door. Surprise mixed with disdain, she knew that look well. She made her business known and she left. She knew Molly would do what she asked. She only could only hope that Lita's obstinate attitude wouldn't make this more difficult than this already was. She was confident that all would go well.
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author's notes: I promise I won't keep his identity secret long. To the reviewer who said they would tar and feather me if it was Vince: You have nothing to worry about, or should that I be I have nothing to worry about. :) It definitely will not be Vince McMahon. So, yep there's another person for you to kick on out the door along with Test (not that anyone thought it was him anyway). Hasta Luego, Vince and Test.*waves* To Damian Ruse: Wouldn't that beat all if you were the mystery wrestler? You'd definitely be one lucky man. ;D To Ocy: NO, I DON'T WANT TO TAKE HURRICANE WITH ME TO HELL. *pouts* To all reviewers: Thank you for the loverly reviews, you all get snacks and treats after the show.
